Showing posts with label devil. Show all posts
Showing posts with label devil. Show all posts

Thursday, 7 March 2013

Nudge, nudge



He winked; so Beelzebub might have winked at Lucifer.


Mr American, p.391, Pan Books, paperback edition 1982.




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Thursday, 1 November 2012

The splendid horseshoe



. . . I was able to get a full view of that extraordinary wonder of the natural world, all six hundred yards of it from the broken cataracts at its western end to the splendid horseshoe on the east. Aye, the devil certainly looks after his own, thinks I, while my Galla escorts sneered and nudged each other and muttered “Walker!” in Amharic.



Flashman on the March, p.145, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2005.


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Thursday, 13 September 2012

Inner Flashman



He paused again. “Shall I continue?”
       At this point, when it was plain that some beastly folly was about to be unveiled, Inner Flashman would gladly have cried: “Not unless you wish to risk seeing a grown man burst into tears and run wailing into the Abyssinian night!” Outer Flashman, poor devil, could only sit sweating nonchalantly, going red in the face with funk and hoping that Napier might construe it as apoplectic rage at the prospect of having my travel plans upset.


Flashman on the March, p.51, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2005.


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Monday, 27 August 2012

Frowning judicially



      “Wot abaht the slaves, sir?” says bosun. “Them black devils is liable to cut their throats aht o’ spite if we sink her.”
       Ballantyne weighed this for a good two seconds, frowning judicially like Buggins Major undecided whether to thrash Juggins minor or set him a hundred lines of Virgil.


Flashman on the March, p.19, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2005.


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Thursday, 14 July 2011

Fatal breed



It’s the odd thing about deadly men — they’re all addicted to either God or the Devil, and I ain’t sure but the holy ones aren’t the more fatal breed of the two.



Flashman and the Mountain of Light, p.277, Fontana Paperback edition, 1991.



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Thursday, 25 February 2010

Proud as Lucifer


…he was a big, rangy Punjabi Mussulman, a veteran of Aliwal, and the frontier, proud as Lucifer of his stripes and himself, the kind of devoted ass who thinks his colonel is his father and even breaks wind by numbers.



Flashman in the Great Game, p.144, Pan edition, 4th printing, 1979.




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Saturday, 11 October 2008

How dark?



It was as black as the earl of hell’s weskit



Royal Flash, p.207, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1978.




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Tuesday, 22 July 2008

After you

‘Go to the devil,’ says I.
He turned away, chuckling to himself. ‘After you I think.’



Royal Flash, p.47, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1978.




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